Nonfiction

    A SISTA SURVIVOR’S JOURNEY: THRIVING AMIDST THE LIGHT AND CHAOS by Claire Jones

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    A Sista Survivor's Journey: Thriving Amidst the Light and Chaos By Claire Jones "Where I was born and how I have lived is unimportant. It is what I have done with where I have been that...

    THE BUS RIDE by Susan McCartney

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    Into Africa I fly on a one-way ticket. Journey through fourteen countries in twenty-two months on local transportation. A woman without advantage of youth or money. Learning. Resting. Changing. The journey has many pieces....

    BASEBALLS by Allen Long

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    Baseballs I’m sixty-three and work several days a week as an assistant hospital nurse in the San Francisco Bay Area.  On my days off, I walk my beloved golden...

    JOHN KEATS AND OUR DAYS OF UNCERTAINTIES by Mike Dillon

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    John Keats and Our Days of Uncertainties by Mike Dillon On a mid-May Saturday morning in 1958, my big brother let me tag along with him and his friends as they explored the woods near...

    THE PASSION by Tracy Mann

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    THE PASSION Jesus is condemned to death The news came to me from Brazil in the late 1970s.  The transparent airmail envelope, striped in green and...

    LOVE LETTERS TO EMOTIONALY UNAVAILABLE MEN

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    LOVE LETTERS TO EMOTIONALLY UNAVAILABLE MENBy Michelle Tin Part I. Wonderland I don’t trust you at all.This isn’t about why we broke up. This is about...

    CAMPING AS SOLACE byJosie Hughes

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    CAMPING AS SOLACEby Josie Hughes 1992Pregnant with my youngest son, between semesters working on a PhD in playwriting, I planned a trip with my husband and 3-year-old son to...

    TOY GUN AND VIDEO GAME PLAY By Mary Bonina

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    TOY GUN AND VIDEO GAME PLAYby Mary Bonina One of my son Gianni’s favorite toys when he was a toddler and preschooler was a small, plastic “workbench” and drill....

    NOTES GOING UNDERGROUND By Joram Piatigorsky

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    NOTES GOING UNDERGROUNDby Joram Piatigorsky   Ladies and gentleman, thank you for inviting me – an ordinary man who, like most, thinks himself special but knows he isn’t – to deliver my own eulogy...

    DERELICT by Allen Long

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    DERELICTBy Allen Long I once sat on the floor at a Saturday night party at my friend Rick’s house; I was drunk, and Rick unknowingly stood on my legs,...